The End of the World Running Club

by Adrian J. Walker

I hated them. To me running was just showing off, a hideous way of telling other people how much more focused, disciplined and healthy they were than you.

Perhaps, after all, there was a reason why we had filled our world with distraction, why we surrounded ourselves with plastic and light and excess. Perhaps our collective consciousness remembered too well what it was like in darkness, surrounded by wet, rotten wood, mud, and nothing good to eat.

The living would run through the dust of the dead, just as they always had done.